Yunliwuli grow up?
Yes, from the northern plateau of the clouds, to the south of Lijiang (this Lijiang Lijiang an either) side of the fog, just muddle their way all the way through it, on the sleepwalk grew.
Thanks, all the way, accompanied by sunny.
Is basically a letter to friends, there are some changes, notes.
In accordance with the time and place, is divided into (a) (b) (3) (4), my favorite sequence is (d) (3) (b) (1), because it is growing.
Note: playing from there, "donkey" concept and there is no trace of edge simply asked James. So, this is the first time, let Laolv they laughed.
(B) 12.20-1.1 Shangri-La (which is across the old year and New Year's trip)
12.20
Although in Lijiang not feel the winter, but fewer and fewer backpackers reminded me that everyone at home were busy writing the year-end section.
From the chatter in Lijiang, knowing this time, in mid-December, there has been very cold, Zhongdian's Haizi and grasslands have been the only hay and ice.
But I can feel, that Lennart Meri, that the sacred light and white waiting for me, and are a strong attraction, quoted me one step closer to her was.
12.27 to a friend:
From the 20 starting bid farewell to Lijiang alone the road, has been again a week ago. Time is the dust under the sun, random to Sanzhao.
12.20
Lijiang - Zhongdian.
Terrible and hopeless traffic jam. Anxious to do more. Here, plenty of time, without the temper. Time, the total can help you solve, while the temper, without any meaning.
Finally, wondering drilling an empty car (Tiger Cup), the driver was a talkative person, in the song where eight Shui was maneuvering to open the mountain. Cool! Talked about Wang Zhaojun Tibet, selling off a child. "Pack my car tomorrow, and then went on to tell you!" Could it not be willing to do?, But must have a donkey in Zhongdian waiting Caixing ah!
Night, live international youth hostel. Wash, water pipes had frozen. But there is a large boiler, with the tube then out of the water is warm, it felt like in a hotel with the Smith electric water heater.
At night, should be minus 10 degrees outside, but the bed blanket, two quilts, if all spend, they would only feel hot.
Sleep early, the room is also just me. Night waking, mouth dry, to water, suddenly, a head emerge from the quilt is a foreigner, male foreigner.
12.21
Today is the Deqin, Hajj Merrill day.
8:00 am the car. Here do not have much concept of time, so do not require the prospective point of driving, watching the cars which the Tibetans and that simple and honest and simple driver, you will not angry, only a smile. We should, and they are a hit the road.
With an Eye to the car swept away, you can find their kind.
This does not, there is this one. Not entirely, but already that's it. Blonde, blue-eyed, holding a guidebook, sitting in the last row.
"HELLO", heard, even prodded the two sides. This is what, in the car on the bustling up. Foreigner on the Tibetan question of confusion, Tibetans on the curiosity of foreigners, the woman's three-inch-wide by the small traders of the homes to trafficked. I also had a lot of international and national Ambassador Ambassador addiction.
At noon, in the benzilan eat. I joined the Shumei JOE their ranks. Eat, I have to pay to the Shumei system according to AA, she said that she host a party. I said, not with us, especially with the kind JOE , they will not understand, it would be difficult to accept. JOE asked our dispute? I have explained, only about Shumei to host a party, but also did not say when I was thinking, JOE they kept saying, "Thank you," Good heavens, this Bud has been the Chinese assimilation. But from another point of view to think, maybe he did more than I realized that the style here. Do not hypocritical.
Passing Baima Snow Mountain, blue sky, clouds, snow, snow clouds, a beautiful sight. But everyone said Meili. Has in mind, the White Horse so, Meri that happened?
As late as flying Temple, not dark days, but a vast expanse of whiteness.
And Yong-Ma teachers ate a meal, then Wai side of the stove and started watching JOE's juggling. JOE school in Paris, on weekdays, juggling street performers earn in tuition meal, as well as traveling around the world of money. Because it is the weekend, out Reading the small grandson and granddaughter are coming back, like a festive Chinese New Year.
Tonight, you can go to sleep early. A two-story inn as a whole, we live in We Three: New York's Big Apple, London, Big Ben, Nanjing of ducklings.
Static, a static coming from the sky, so wholehearted immersion, threw himself on the edge of melting snow in this. At that time, sitting under the bright lights inside, sitting inside a warm mattress, suddenly wanted to read, read a good book, desire is so intense.
12.22
Night, have dreamed of the goddess of snow-capped mountains to see me?
7:00 am, was wake-up alarm clock. I do not want to miss any of the beautiful. Pull curtains, far away, is still a vast expanse of whiteness one, nearby, bright too bright, snow!
I do not know why, I was not anxious. I always have a feeling that she would come, they will come. As long as I am here waiting for her.
Ma Yong-grandmother said, today is the winter solstice, every year the day is bound to change of weather. Therefore, snow. Moreover, under some bigger mountains.
Yes ah, today is the winter solstice. Remember my grandmother, this intelligent woman with bound feet. Is always the most civil of the language, some of the most simple actions, taught me some life in truth. "Winter Solstice big Chinese New Year," "clean, dirty winter solstice year ", today, she was old okay? I came out, she is still ill, there is no full recovery.
From there, my grandmother bought incense Pak-chi, burning incense, sprinkle grains, and then clockwise around the White Tower of those large and small, devout to a one turn, my mind kept repeating the greedy desire, finally hanging the streamer carefully up and see it float up in the wind. I do not understand Tibetan Buddhism, but I know that religion are intertwined, is spiritual awareness.
I met Meri it?
More than just to see that I did Meri recognized her child.
I like to use "she", although the temple, this mountain god is a warrior's image has been enshrined. Nazuo Some people say that next to his wife, it was said to be his lover. Some say a man named Prince, a man named Lennart Meri , it was said that all is Meri, only one of the highest known Kalaboge, that is, In "Lost Horizon" in the caracal. Another Mother called the face. I think these names are right I really do not matter.
Look at her beauty, is going to Xinlingzhiyue, excuse me speechless.
The Ming-yong, on the glacier. Meal, JOE to see a Chinese chess. It was probably the low level of addiction big time, we must implore who contest of strength. I only know that "horse to go on, like the flying field" level. 2 Tibetan guy was timid to say "no" to the international image and friendship, I am a big can not go into battle, anyway, there are two of cheer. for a while, it is already Diukuiqijia, defeated. there the boss is called "good meal , "I just get out," I went to dinner, and you come to help me is finished ", only eat a few mouthfuls of rice, the war has ended. look JOE holding a bowl, two eyes to her head head board a daze." Who is win now? ", we saw that small group of Tibetan shy smile.
Thanks ah, win glory for the country!
JOE is a master of walking, can walk by no means the kind of car. I say that I eat rice, not with you than. I ride, you walk. And so the horse kung fu, JOE has gone missing trace.
That which is a horse, is clearly an old mule. Small group how the early Jiang cry it all away unhappy. Sat slower than walking. I immediately anxious early Jiang said, because there is no partner, today it is one of the mountains, it did not feel . This is down also, who is also on the sample. I also understand it. strong demands on themselves to go down. dismount, Huchihuchi Hu Chi, Hu Chi did not wait for me a few mouthfuls, the beginning of Jiang said, "is launched," is I usually quite able to go ah! yes ah, forget how high above sea level here, in the ground floor immediately feel how steep the road! that picture from a forest of red Yeqing Quan and extending into the blue sky mountain glacier, 1,000 meters drop bar . (my memory is often the number of people dumbfounding, so do not fuss about me). all the way and the early Jiang chatting with his story. how to live in Tibet, how to tourists with guides, how to Lijiang to work, how to be at home sent when the monks. is a very talkative young man. He said that he had met a Deqin from Zhongdian has been reached in Shanghai, he taught how to lie on the roadside in early river to see the snow-capped mountains under the moonlight, was born in snow-capped mountains side of those who actually have been impressed that beauty, and said it was the most beautiful memory.
In this way stop-go, having looked at the White Horse Temple, went to the top of Plank Road, a man quietly facing the glacier, a great roar, is the valley where the wind do? Down and ask the beginning of Jiang, he laughed, "clearly Well water is the following, "how can the following water? so deep so deep ice, where Nengtingdedao? I would prefer it to the wind's voice.
When I was a quiet man facing glaciers, snow-capped mountains that rise. Feel a loneliness, that is, and they can not exchange a kind of helpless. Yes, I do not understand their language ah!
JOE has reached the Peak Lotus Temple. The way down the mountain, JOE Let me tell the river early in China, which he traversed the most difficult trip, Tiger Leaping Gorge, and it simply can not be compared.
I asked, often like to walk do? He said that the past, there, now old, and not go.
His 24-year-year-old.
In that country, he probably passed the age of walking. However, in our case, 24, only a handful of people have met initial walking conditions. Wallet, time, free!
Eager to go home, when the car finally stopped at Yong-Ma-grandmother home, snow-capped mountains on which the cloud is also brilliant.
Today is the winter solstice, that is why there is the changing snow-capped mountains ah!
2002.12.23-2003.1.1
The following few days, unable to write. Because it addressed to his friends, and wrote their own, addressed to snow-capped mountains, is not the same.
Those few days, turn in the mountains, and a friend outside the basic interrupt a link.
A few days later, supplemented the letter addressed to them, reads as erratic and stuffed stagger drunk.
Shangri-La!
12.26
Tribulus terrestris in - Deqin. Take half of the car is broken.
Seven hours sitting under the sun.
This is not exactly "lost horizon"? The front, that is, the pyramid-like snow-capped mountains, deep valleys at the end, is an astonishing green. One asked, climbed over the mountain around us, that is where the most famous lamasery (red slope Temple). the blue sky overhead, there are goshawk circled.
Often do not speak. Just looked at the snow-capped mountains and canyons high altitude plateau of the wind blowing the sun basking in the plateau, there is no temper in the side of the road waiting. Occasionally a flying car and do a cloud of dust. However, it also can really resist the temptation to use heart. Never had so much patience and good temper so. Even sincerely hope so keep on waiting.
12.30 stopped at Zhongdian to a friend:
Yes, Renzailvtu, what will be encountered. This is my travel purposes. So, long overdue It is not expected to Meixinmeifei Shale.
Do not send photos to for a long time, because the town is still inconvenient. Here going to where to go, I suddenly fear, not knowing where to go. The original, we know that the next stop, the original is not going to stay in this town, under the cold for so long, the original has been sunny, the original was never to experience minus 10 degrees.
It is now the town of minus 10 degrees, minus 10 degrees I am. Suddenly felt himself no longer walk, not going anywhere, and include the home.
Is absurd to go to the Living Buddha until the Buddha sitting in front of, before we know, such a stupid thing, the Buddha is also powerless.
To go all the way from the mountains and went mountain, the town came from the wilderness, from the point reached boiling point, boiling point came from the freezing point, freezing point went from minus 10 degrees.
Minus 10 degrees is that the real temperature of a small town. I do not know if I still here waiting for a warm sun.
1.3 Lijiang finally comfortable bath, a person sitting on the bed bright and clean quietly to my story.
Bright lights are a long absence.
Comfortable white bed is a long absence.
The appropriate temperature is a long absence.
Alone in the noisy night was a long absence.
Tomorrow morning, there will be sunlight sprinkled on the bed. Distance is the shining light of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. Embedded in the ancient carved the pane, is a painting.
This moment, came the bar and happy hustle and bustle of unbridled. For me, it is a matter of the previous year.
Damn big eyes are no longer warm, asking the city for each new customer. Is no longer holding a map, found, an excuse the next stop of the playmate. Are no longer curious about the Naxi clothing, Moso song. All this has gone away, toward quiet.
Wishing to experience the imitation of the, invariably experienced before.
Is worthy of a temporary period of time to forget the other Bale. For everyone.
Only this, always Shangri-La, is my real beauty of a unique memorable experience, will forever treasure.
1.5 Lijiang Lijiang back there for several days.
Finally decided to continue walking.
Encountered Xiaofeng, doing everything he said to be "play" and turn a good feeling every time he said to be "flying",
Just because he said one of superb dishes, decided to stay an extra day.
"TRAVELLING BIRD", their lives are in flight, too beautiful.
"The promise of return has been fulfilled."
Once again, want to do a bird.
To get up early, walk in the ancient city of stone on the road, suddenly realize, everyone is extremely sensitive to find something:
Fujian guy right to eat, my daughter right to play Shanghai, Beijing, Niu right CD, but I, just pure natural scenery Bale.
1.8
To a friend: do not want to go home to come back for? Do not come back again for what?
Thinking outside the sometimes lonely, but not binding. Outside the sun very well!
Author: pennytour
